shoes of glass

a frog looked

at a little fairy

she felt the frog 
was quite scary

but he was one

who was in love

with one he liked

to call 'my dove'

she was of course

not any bird

she was a she-frog

and she was curt

 she had said

‘i will only agree

to be your wife

 in days three

if you bring me

shoes of glass

for i want to be

one of a class’

‘little fairy

would it please you

to grant me a wish

and quickly too

i need two pairs of

shoes of glass

for a dear one

hiding in  the grass’

now little fairy

felt it was strange

but she chose to

help just for a change

she chanted some

funny magic words

the words sounded

like chirping of birds

 four glass shoes

appeared out nowhere

and in the sunlight

they did brightly glare

the frog saw shoes

and jumped in joy

all he could say was

‘oh boy, oh boy’

even for a moment

 he didn’t wait

and he kept saying

 'my mate, my mate'

he rushed and said

 no thanks to the fairy

‘one who can’t be fair

 won’t be treated fairly’

she-frog saw glass shoes

and smiled at him

with glass shoes on

she looked quite prim

 ‘now when shall we wed

 i no longer can wait’

‘oh! let me think, 

i can’t say in a haste’

 she was proud of

her shoes of glass

and thought silly frog

was not his class

she felt she was

now like a queen

and would wed

 one of royal mien.

‘well, i think

i can’t wed you

who i would marry

i have no clue’

 a frog was sad

and looked at the fairy

she knew poor fellow

wasn’t treated fairly

©i b arora

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A Beautiful Sunny Day

On a beautiful sunny day

not far from a  curved bay,

where land turns into a swamp,

on a log that looked like ramp

was reclining Mr Frog,

for he loved  morning air sans smog.

His belly was full of little snails

and small fish and their tails.

He closed his eyes to take a nap

but was startled by a sudden splash.

He glared with anger in each eye

and saw Mr Crocodile floating nearby.

Mr Crocodile was trying to climb the log;

he too was fond of air sans smog,

and loved to sleep in the morning Sun,

sleeping soundly was nothing but fun.

Mr Crocodile was as polite as he could be

“Froggy, get up and quickly flee.”

Now we know Mr Frog was very proud

he was not one who would get cowed.

He too was as polite as he could be

"Crocky, get lost or I’ll break your knee.”

Mr Crocodile looked a bit amused;

he couldn’t believe Mr Frog had refused

to run and make place for him;

things were about to turn grim.

“Froggy, do you really want to fight,

 wonder what’s going to be your plight”

“Crocky, don’t you think I aren’t brave

many a fool I have sent to the grave.”

But snooty Mr Frog was not at all aware,

a red-tailed hawk was present there;

The hawk dived when his time came,

Mr Frog had himself to blame;

for he was about to become a tasty meal

of a hungry hawk with claws of steel.

But Mr Crocodile  took pity on the frog

he quietly pushed the wooden log;

the hawk fumbled which he rarely did

and he failed to catch Mr Frog indeed.

Mr Frog was one who missed a beat

and his heart began to widely tweet.

Mr Crocodile had done him a kind deed

and saved him from becoming hawk-feed.

The hawk knew he had lost his chance

and he left quickly even without a glance.

Mr Frog looked at Mr Crocodile but felt shy,

he was sorry and we all know why.

© i b arora

A Little Silly Frog-2

There was a little silly frog

he just loved to sprawl on a log

he did have a home sweet home  

it was really a mansion with a dome

but at home he was never at ease

for half the time he was on his knees

he wished to relax but didn’t dare

his wife loved to ceaselessly blare

she would ask him to take a broom

and to quickly sweep every room

and then he had to cook the meal

and she loved only well-cooked veal

he would then run to laundry and store

and keep saying he loved every chore

and if ever the wife felt upbeat

she would let him touch her feet

you would think that she was a bully

but she said she loved him truly

silly frog was scared of her love

and wished she would act like a dove

it was great fun to lie on the log

and not to slave, sweat and slog

but he could never leave his home

and he could rarely wander and roam.

©i b arora

A Silly Little Frog

a silly little frog

was lying on a log

he was sad and glum

he was the unlucky one

he was getting married

but that made him worried

the bride was a bully

and she loved him truly

but the frog was scared

for the bride hadn’t spared

her earlier bride grooms

who were left in the rooms

with some broken legs

and bumps on their heads

the last one got roasted

when he had boasted

that he would beat her

if she did not call him ‘Sir’

the bride lost her cool

she put him on a stool

and looked him in his eyes

everyone heard his cries

but she acted like a dove

for she was in love

with a silly little frog

who was lying on a log

worrying how it would end

for he couldn’t pretend  

that he could  love

a bully acting like a dove.

©i b arora

A Little Poem 

It was a morning

full of fog

Little Zayn and

 his little dog

chased and jumped

on a giant frog

what they caught

was a wild hog.

A Snake in the Grass

Little Zayn was playing near the lake

there he saw a little snake

The snake was crawling in the grass

he thought he would let it pass

To his surprise the snake began to cry

but the snake's eyes were totally dry

Little Zayn was kind of heart

 and he listened to his kind heart

Helping a snake would be real fun

and this snake wasn’t troublesome

“What’s wrong? Why do you cry?

Let me help you, let me try”

“Well, for one I am down with flu

 a big thorn is stuck in belly like glue

My stomach remains usually upset

but I am one who would never fret

Yes, I haven’t eaten for many days

 and one tooth is paining for two days

And I have some wishes unfulfilled

if you only hear I would be thrilled

I have a desire to travel a lot

 places I would go I haven't thought.

And I wish I could fly like a bird

some snakes fly I have heard.

I have no place to sleep at night

 I love boating when moon is bright”

Lttle Zayn said, "Stop that's enough

I see being a snake is real tough.

Well, at present I just have a little frog

it was sitting over there on a log.

 I don't want it you can take it

and for the rest let me think it”

Snake looked and cried loudly,

“It was a trap I can say proudly

I left a frog for someone to catch

it is a trick no one can match.

I wanted to catch something big  

you fell for the trap like a silly pig.

I haven’t eaten for many days

 now I know how patience  pays”

Little Zayn knew he was in trouble

it was wise to run on double

Talking to a snake was no real fun

and he ran like he had never run.

©i b arora

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